A/N: This may be a weird one. I saw the movie CARRIERS and I am a fan of CHRIS MELONI and only watched this movie when I found out that he was cast as Frank. It wasn't until the end of this movie, when I turned to my friend and said "what happened to Frank?" that she regretfully informed me that he had died. I refused to believe it. He walked away with his child, but you never saw him again. I am a vivid watcher of SVU and am sorely in love with Chris… in my stories, he NEVER dies, and this shall be NO different. In the movie, there was no signs of infection from Frank… this is why I came up with this.

Enjoy… :)

Frank Holloway had watched his daughter for days before he finally smothered her with a pillow, ending the slow agonizing death that lay in her immediate future. She had been gasping for air, her breathing had become shallow, and the heartbreaking look when she asked him, "Daddy, can I die now?" he finally took it upon himself to take her life. Not that Jodie Holloway had much of a life at that stage, and he had more than given up on the fairytale of finding an antidote to save her. He didn't understand how over the course of Jodie's flu, and as many times as she'd coughed blood on him, he hadn't managed to catch the disease. Everyone in the world who had been touched, had been contaminated, had died in the course of a week, everyone except Frank.

The horror of his actions haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The struggle that his child made, as he placed the pillow over her pale and blood stained face, the image burned into his brain, stubbornly refusing to let go. His supplies were next to nothing. He had very little food, and even less water, stranded in a place alone, only the flow of piled dead bodies in a building close by.

Frank buried her in the dirt, determined to give her a traditional burial, she would not be just another body piled on another. Jodie was his daughter, his eight year old child, and as his heart tugged grievingly wishing that it were him instead, he covered her over with the soil in his hand. Sobbing breathlessly as he whispered, "I love you, princess."

Frank had a ray of hope, before all this, before he had no other options. He had been thrown together by Fate, with four other teenagers, who had found their way to the road where he was located, where his four-wheel-drive had run out of gas. Fate had maneuvered things, so that they travelled together, the six of them, until they hit the one town, where hope lay.

Frank had heard that an antidote had been made, a cure, for the flu that his daughter was dying from. But when they arrived, the rumors were laid to rest, as were the swarm of bodies that lay dying or dead in the building. Hope was gone. Jodie had panicked, needing the bathroom. Frank had asked her to go alone, knowing full well that the teenagers had no moral sense, no compassion, heartless, vile, adolescents they were in their last days. Jodie couldn't walk. Frank knew that once he walked away from the car, they'd drive away, but his daughter came first. He would do anything for her, even leave himself without options.

As he predicted, as he took his child to the bathroom, the teenagers drove away, leaving him alone in a town without supplies. But he had managed to find some food and water, very little, and he knew that soon enough it would run out. He gave it to Jodie, as much as she needed before he mercifully killed her.

As he pulled his knees to his chest, sobbing for the life he had taken, he felt hopeless. Who knew how many miles away the next town was, or if it was even worth the trip, what supplies he would even find if any.

It took him another 12 hours, after burying his child, to pick himself up off the ground and walk, with the little supplies he had left.

The first few hours left him drained, the next few, exhausted, and after that, his feet ached and his head and heart hurt. He dragged his feet across the cemented road. He had no will to go on, no desire to live, no hope of a happy ending, but he wasn't going to let this epidemic flu beat his entire family. It had killed his wife, Bindi, the previous week. But he had his daughter to survive, he had a purpose. The only solace he had in this situation was the belief that both his wife and child were at peace.

The sound of a motor behind him was music to his ears.

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